OUR CARS

Upbeat country rock/australiana country travelling song

(Verse 1)
Les started out with heavy steel and a classic blue-oval roar,
An XC Ford sedan that shook the dust from door to door.
Then came an Xf ex-taxi cab that had seen a mile or two,
Before an EB Ford sedan took over driving duties through.
Then the garage turned to Toyota, reliable and neat,
A Camry Conquest, then an Altise hit the local street.
He bought a Honda X-Trail next to get a higher view,
Before a sleek French Peugeot car came into the picture too.
(Chorus)
Oh, the rubber meets the highway, the miles go rolling by,
From the old Ford metal monsters to the caravans high.
Trading keys and switching seats across the changing years,
We drove our lives together through the gears and the steers.
(Verse 2)
Now Les's Altise had a tale that twisty-turned around,
He swapped it for young Bella’s Peugeot sedan he had found.
But a crash it spelled the end of that, a write-off on the track,
So Les went back to Bella and he got his Altise back!
Now turn the page to my cars, a different kind of grace,
A two-door Holden Torana that used to set the pace.
A little Datsun 120Y that buzzed along the line,
And a pair of trusty Laser hatches, leading my design.
(Verse 3)
First a white Ford Laser hatchback, then a shiny red one next,
Before an old-school Camry came to keep the drive relaxed.
Then I fell in love with French style, smooth upon the plate,
A Peugeot 3008, then a 308 was great.
But now I’m riding high and proud, the latest of the pack,
A Hyundai Santa Fe is sitting ready on the track.
(Chorus)
Oh, the rubber meets the highway, the miles go rolling by,
From the old Ford metal monsters to the caravans high.
Trading keys and switching seats across the changing years,
We drove our lives together through the gears and the steers.
(Bridge)
And oh, the weekends that we spent, the freedom that we found,
An eighteen-foot grand caravan to hitch and haul around.
We’d point the compass south and take the road to Fingal Bay,
To park beside the water and just watch the ripples play.
Then we downsized to a ten-foot rig, compact and tight and small,
And took off round Australia just to see and live it all!
(Outro)
From the Torana and the XC to the Santa Fe today,
We’ve burned a lot of petrol on the great Australian way.
With the memories in the rearview and the open road ahead,
We’d live each single mile again, just like the song has said.

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(Verse 1) Les started out with heavy steel and a classic blue-oval roar, An XC Ford sedan that shook the dust from door to door. Then came an Xf ex-taxi cab that had seen a mile or two, Before an EB Ford sedan took over driving duties through. Then the garage turned to Toyota, reliable and neat, A Camry Conquest, then an Altise hit the local street. He bought a Honda X-Trail next to get a higher view, Before a sleek French Peugeot car came into the picture too. (Chorus) Oh, the rubber meets the highway, the miles go rolling by, From the old Ford metal monsters to the caravans high. Trading keys and switching seats across the changing years, We drove our lives together through the gears and the steers. (Verse 2) Now Les's Altise had a tale that twisty-turned around, He swapped it for young Bella’s Peugeot sedan he had found. But a crash it spelled the end of that, a write-off on the track, So Les went back to Bella and he got his Altise back! Now turn the page to my cars, a different kind of grace, A two-door Holden Torana that used to set the pace. A little Datsun 120Y that buzzed along the line, And a pair of trusty Laser hatches, leading my design. (Verse 3) First a white Ford Laser hatchback, then a shiny red one next, Before an old-school Camry came to keep the drive relaxed. Then I fell in love with French style, smooth upon the plate, A Peugeot 3008, then a 308 was great. But now I’m riding high and proud, the latest of the pack, A Hyundai Santa Fe is sitting ready on the track. (Chorus) Oh, the rubber meets the highway, the miles go rolling by, From the old Ford metal monsters to the caravans high. Trading keys and switching seats across the changing years, We drove our lives together through the gears and the steers. (Bridge) And oh, the weekends that we spent, the freedom that we found, An eighteen-foot grand caravan to hitch and haul around. We’d point the compass south and take the road to Fingal Bay, To park beside the water and just watch the ripples play. Then we downsized to a ten-foot rig, compact and tight and small, And took off round Australia just to see and live it all! (Outro) From the Torana and the XC to the Santa Fe today, We’ve burned a lot of petrol on the great Australian way. With the memories in the rearview and the open road ahead, We’d live each single mile again, just like the song has said.

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